Becoming an adventurer by copying monster abilities

"Touch of Terror", "Death Knell", "Curse", "Spiritual Aura"...

One after another, modified or enhanced necromancy spells shot out from the tips of the skeleton mage's withered finger bones.

This was an almost hysterical outpouring of magic.

Although the deathly aura had been largely annihilated by the holy light of the Fatal Touch.

But the abundance of magical particles still allows him to unleash various types of spells without pause.

However, the speed at which spells are generated is far slower than the speed at which destruction occurs.

Luke simply swung his half-sword casually, and all the malicious magical beams instantly shattered.

The bone shield, formed from death energy, was sliced ​​through by the sword blade as smoothly as a hot knife through butter.

The necromancer was completely panicked.

In the previous battle with the Sleeping Guide, his magic was also strongly suppressed.

But at that time, he was still in human form.

Despite being equipped with a full set of amplifying artifacts and magic scrolls, they ultimately managed to win with great difficulty.

But now, not only have all his life-saving equipment been completely used up, but he himself has also been forced into undead form due to severe injuries.

At this critical juncture, facing the projection of Death's artifact, the undead body becomes the most deadly death warrant.

Just seeing that sword made his mortal essence begin to tremble erratically.

For a time, he could only use non-necromantic spells to passively defend himself.

However, Luca, whose physical condition has fully recovered, is not afraid of anyone in a simple firepower duel.

Two fireballs from the Ash Lord were launched in quick succession without any pause.

The violent explosion unleashed a firestorm in the confined sewer.

The intense heat instantly tore through all of the necromancer's protective spells.

Just as the firelight obscured his vision, the shockwave inevitably caused the necromancer's body to stiffen momentarily.

Luca's figure vanished into thin air amidst a series of illusory distortions.

【Stealth and Evasion】Activated again.

Luke appeared like a ghost, right in front of the necromancer who was completely caught off guard.

With a holy flame in his hand, he swept his longsword straight toward his opponent's chest.

For powerful undead creatures, even having their heads chopped off or limbs severed is nothing.

As long as their soul fire remains extinguished, they can still move freely.

But the holy light of Fatal Touch targets not only the physical bones, but also directly affects the very essence of the soul.

The cunning angle of the sword strike left the necromancer no time to defend.

He could only let out a shrill scream, condensing all the remaining death energy in his body into his chest like solidified armor.

They were attempting to forcibly counteract this fatal divine damage.

But all efforts were in vain.

The jet-black sword traced a perfect crescent moon trajectory in mid-air.

The blade silently severed the necromancer's sternum, and the light swept across his spine as well.

Instantly, several white flames adhered to the cut surface of the bone.

While preventing its restoration, the necromantic circuits that connected the bones were also forcibly melted and disintegrated inch by inch by the divine power.

With just one sword strike, the necromancer's body was already showing signs of disintegration.

"Wait! I know you're not Death's henchman, we don't need to do this!"

The necromancer retreated frantically, his remaining skeletal hand stretching forward in vain.

"I can give you power! I can build you an undead army! I can also give you..."

"Die!"

The longsword pierced the center of the necromancer's forehead with perfect accuracy, penetrating the entire skull.

Only the pure white sword guard, carved into the shape of a scale, remained, hovering silently in front of the opponent's empty eye sockets.

It was as if Death itself was delivering its final judgment.

The red light in the skeleton's eye sockets gradually dissipated, eventually turning into darkness.

The skeleton, which was already struggling to be supported by death energy and magical particles, lost its support in an instant and collapsed to the ground.

The dazzling light on the blade of Luke's longsword gradually subsided, as if it had completed its mission.

In the final moment before the light completely faded, the sword emitted an extremely faint yet incredibly clear mournful cry.

It's as if they're seeing off their former owner.

Then, the half-sword transformed back into a bronze ring and landed on Luke's palm.

No, why did it turn back?

Luke picked up the ring and swung it around forcefully.

The extremely complex and mysterious patterns on the surface of the ring stopped rotating.

The warm feeling that had been flowing into my body completely dissipated.

Luke tried putting the ring on his hand again, but there was still no reaction.

He thought he had finally acquired a magical piece of equipment, and even a powerful magical weapon.

Who knew, it seems this thing only gave me a few minutes of trial time?

"Mr. Luke?"

After drinking the healing potion, Veronica, whose magic was depleted, struggled to her feet.

Looking at Luca, whose expression shifted between excitement and frustration, as if he were cursed by necromancy, he cautiously called out.

...

In the sewers of the slum black market.

A dozen or so members of the Gray Rat Gang stood ready, sweating profusely, holding rusty iron swords, sharpened wooden sticks, and even a few old crossbows.

They stared intently at the heavy cast-iron gate deep inside the pipe, the atmosphere extremely tense.

Just a couple of days ago, only a few ordinary giant rats would occasionally dart out here, becoming more aggressive after being provoked by something.

They were able to manage, albeit barely.

Unexpectedly, today, after they spent a lot of money to hire an adventurer to help clean up the source...

Before long, what emerged from the deeper parts of the sewers had actually evolved into a swarm of zombie rats with their internal organs hanging out!

Fortunately, the rats fought tooth and nail with their brothers to protect their territory.

After suffering minor injuries to several people, they put up a fierce resistance for a while and finally managed to retreat inside the sturdy iron gate.

Just as the rat was wondering if the black-haired adventurer had encountered some kind of accident down below.

The giant zombie rats seemed to be suddenly stimulated by something, and turned around and rushed into the depths of the sewer.

Immediately following were bursts of roars and cries of agony.

Then, under the astonished and uncertain gazes of the Gray Rat Gang members...

A figure slowly walked into the range of the torchlight.

The adventurer they had been waiting for so long has finally returned!

However, everyone was soon stunned.

Behind the adventurers they had hired followed a woman with horns on her head and a tail on her back, who seemed to have demonic blood.

What made them even more uneasy was...

The adventurer carried a mutilated human skeleton in his left hand and the corpse of a giant blue rat in his right.

The thick stench of blood mingled with a deathly aura that instinctively instilled fear.

At this moment, Luke looked even more like a monster than the monsters in the sewers, terrifying and bizarre.

It wasn't until Luke kicked the iron gate that the Gray Rat Gang members snapped out of their daze.

"Someone open the door for me..."